"You promise not to use it unless you have to?"
"Yes."
"And to carry the stock for me till it reacts and lets me out?"
"I will make no more promises."
"But you did promise--," began Mr. Rimmon.
Wickersham put the letter in his pocket, and taking up his hat, walked out without a word. But his eyes glinted with a curious light.
CHAPTER XXVIII
ALICE LANCASTER FINDS PHRONY
Mr. Rimmon was calling at Mrs. Lancaster's a few days after his interview with Keith and the day following the interview with Wickersham. Mr. Rimmon called at Mrs. Lancaster's quite frequently of late. They had known each other a long time, almost ever since Mr. Rimmon had been an acolyte at his uncle Dr. Little's church, when the stout young man had first discovered the slim, straight figure and pretty face, with its blue eyes and rosy mouth, in one of the best pews, with a richly dressed lady beside her. He had soon learned that this was Miss Alice Yorke, the only daughter of one of the wealthiest men in town. Miss Alice was then very devout: just at the age and stage when she bent particularly low on all the occasions when such bowing is held seemly. And the mind of the young man was not unnaturally affected by her devoutness.